FP Explores a New Arcade and Theatre.

 Lansing—September, 2025

 

I am not a fan of men holding a loud conversation while in a play space like a porn theatre.  But occasionally it’s not about their new condo or some pop star I’ve never heard of, but about other good cruising grounds.  An interesting discussion had happened on one of my last visits to my usual haunt.  The Voyeur and a man I didn’t know were extolling the re-model of an arcade and theatre to the north of us.  I pricked up my ears.  They loved the new set up and had had a great time.

I decided to check it out.  It is attached to a strip club.  I’d heard for years that men sought relief in this arcade after watching the strippers.  I chose to go up on a Saturday.  Once again, I decided to make it a two-part day.  I arrived in the afternoon and since my admission was good for all day, I would return after dinner. 

I pulled into their lot around 3pm.  There was not a car in the place.  I was not sure they were even open.  I circled the huge lot and headed for the exit, when a man in a pickup truck turned into the lot and drove past me.  He parked and went in.   I circled around and did the same thing.

I paid and got a wrist band and the talkative lady at the counter told me it was good until they closed the place around 3am.  I went on my tour.  It was clean.  The cleanest place of this type I had ever been in.  There was a medium sized room with three screens in it playing three genres of porn.  Padded benches lined the walls.  The old drop a token booths are what had been ripped out and four smaller rooms constructed.  Each had a door you could lock and a huge selection of porn to choose from on the large flat screen.  Each room had a padded bench that could easily accommodate three people.  There was also a much larger room, the true theatre, with four screens and many benches. 

It was a great space.  With no people.

I chose one of the four individual rooms.  I left the door open, found a movie—bisexual and condom free—and opened my pants.  My cock erected…

 

I hear the outer door bang and footsteps.  The door of the adjacent booth is opened and closed.  Then it’s my booth.  There is the man from the pickup truck.  He enters and locks the door.  He stands there a moment, his eyes on my dick.

He swallows hard and says “You suck?”

“Sure.”

He’s slightly tubby, dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and a large wedding band on a pudgy finger.  He even has a John Deere cap on his head.  He unzips.  It’s a small cock.  But it’s hard.  He moves in front of me so I can stay seated.  I lean forward and take his entire length into my mouth.  My tongue begins to work and he groans.  He’s going to take no time at all. In moments, he is bucking into my mouth.  There is not much volume to his load, but he’s feeling great.  He groans out his orgasm and instantly pulls out of my mouth.  He stuffs himself back in his jeans and is out the door, letting it bang behind him.

I stroke.

I hear someone new in the area.  He checking the doors and finally finds mine.  He is 50+, white, tall and thin with a handsome face.  He is dressed in shorts on this not particularly hot September day.  He gazes at my dick.

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

He leaves the door open and takes out a thick cock.  It is my thickness—but not as long, with the same big helmet head.  He waves it in front of my face, but before I can get to it, he is on his knees and sucking me.  He’s good.  Very good.  I lean back and idly touch his shoulder in encouragement. 

When his knees tire, he stands and I kneel in front of him.  It really is a six-inch version of my cock.  I work hard.  My tongue is everywhere.  Especially his leaking piss slit.  He fucks my face for a moment.  It turns him on so much that he pulls out, so as not to shoot.  He pulls me up, hugs me and has me sit again.  He does a second round on me before he suggests a break.

I think he's heard the same noise I have: someone else is in the place. And he wants to investigate. He puts his wet cock away—and out he goes.

I stroke.

A grey-haired married man peeks in.  And comes in, locking the door.  He is older than I, tall and thin and instantly starts taking all his clothes off, leaving on nothing but socks.  He kneels, naked, to suck me, ignoring his hard dick.  I let him.  He’s fine.  Nothing special.  I want it wetter and sloppier—but I can tell that’s not his thing.   To change things up, I stand up and fuck his face.  For the first time, he touches his own cock as I do it.

I pull out.

He looks up at me.  “Shall we be dangerous and unlock the door?” 

I nod and do it.

The guy in shorts joins us.  The naked guy sucks me as I suck the guy in shorts.  It’s fun, if not earth moving.  The guy in shorts loses interest pretty fast and leaves.  The naked guy locks the door after him.

“Fuck my face again.”  He sits on the bench, his head propped against the wall at the end of it.  It’s a good angle for me to face fuck him.  His hand is all over himself now.  He blows his load all over his pubes.  I bend to lick it up, but he won’t let me.  He takes an excruciatingly long time to clean up with a fast-food napkin, get dressed and leave.

I stroke.  Door wide open.

“Company?”

I nod.

The guy is hot, 40’s and beefy.  He’s in cargo pants and a tight, white tee.  He sits, looking at my cock.  “Damn…”

He takes out his own dick, thick and uncut.  And hard.  He works it.

I watch him watch me.  Finally, I ask: “Do you want help with that?”

“Naw, I just like…” He never finishes the sentence.  He is shooting a massive load all over his hand and on his abs, having just pulled his tee out of the way in time.

I desperately want to lick up his load.  But I don’t.  He has nothing to help his clean up.  I fish out some paper towel from my pocket.  He’s grateful—and mops the semen off his abs, but leaves his cock rather coated as he tucks it back into his white Hanes.

He’s out the door in flash.  Time spent in my presence?  Eight to ten minutes, at the most.

I stroke.  Alone a little longer this time.

A young man appears in the door.  All smiles.  It’s the guy with the longer hair and the hooked cock I fucked first thing at the cruisy playspace a couple of weeks ago.

“Does Daddy need some ass?” he grins.

“Fuck, yes!”

He strips.  We leave the door wide open.  He kneels, naked but for socks, on the bench.  This time I am going to eat his butt.  It’s very hairy in the crack and is making my mouth water.  I kneel.  He groans as my tongue finds his hole.  I begin to work him open.  I am certainly his first cock of the day.  He’s rather tight—for a moment—but is soon flowering open under my tongue.

“Fuck, you know how to treat a boy…”

This makes me tongue him harder and faster.

He begins to beg for my cock.  I let him—and keep rimming.  I rear up, my cock lubed and drooling.  I push into him.  I inch in.  Slowly.  He pants.  He’s a no poppers guy.  He opens as he forces himself to relax.

I am now buried in his ass.  Every inch.  He groans.

“Fuck me!”

I begin slowly.  Working up speed.  Rather shallow at first, but giving him more length each time.  He grabs his hooked cock and begins pumping it—fast and furious.  I speed up, too.  It’s a harder pounding now.  On each stroke his head bumps the wall with a soft thwack. 

It turns both of us on.

I keep going.  Harder, then slow.  I pull out, thinking I’ll eat his ass again, but Hooked Cock, spins around and begins jerking his own dick.

“You’re going to make me cum, Daddy.”

He is sitting on the very edge of the bench.  His hand works his cock at top speed.  I hunker down, to look at him at eye level.  He groans and says something unintelligible.  His cock head flares big and he begins to shoot.  To keep it from covering me, I put out my hand and he sprays his load on me, coating the palm. 

The moment he’s no longer shooting, he grabs his clothes and takes off.

I think about coating my cock with his load, but decide not to.  I go wash up, not because he was dirty, but a cock straight from an ass is not everyone’s choice.  I go back and stroke a bit.  But we are at dinner time—and the men have dried up.

I go out to my car and eat my dinner, intrigued by what the evening will bring…

(More to come…)

Sawyer Loves the Big Toys

 My Playroom—September, 2025

 

I had two hook-ups scheduled the next week.  The first was with a man I had met and played with before the blog was being written.  He wanted another go.  I agreed.  But he cancelled on the day of the meet.

Honestly, it didn’t bother me—I’d rather expected it.  Even better, Sawyer was making a return visit to the playroom the next day.  He was eager to get any number of my body parts back inside him.

So, on Friday, I put out the towels, melted the coconut oil and was ready for his arrival right after lunch…

 

I am sprawled on the twin bed, lying right next to the mirror on the wall.  Sawyer tosses his clothes in the chair.  He is now naked but for athletic socks and a jock.  He crawls between my legs, conscious of his reflection.  He mouths my bulge, still contained in a yellow jock.  He works it free, letting it spring up.  His eyes shine.  In the mirror, it looks even bigger than usual.  He takes me to the root, moaning as he does it.  I grab his head and hold him in place.  For a long moment.  I release him and he comes up gasping for air, with a huge grin on his face.  He licks up his deep throat spittle, using it to coat my balls.

“You better clean that up again.” 

“Yes, Daddy.”  He does; hungrily.  Once he’s finished, he goes down on me once more.  I let him do whatever he wants this time.  He comes up—panting.

“I want to eat out that hot hole.   Get on the bench.”

Once again, the fuck bench is in the table position.  Sawyer gets on all fours, holding his bottle of poppers ready.  The moment I kneel and begin licking his pucker, I hear the cap come off.  He sighs, then his left arm reaches back and pulls his cheek to the side—letting me dig deeper with my tongue.  I love it when guys do this.  I tongue fuck him for a bit, before licking the length of the valley between his butt cheeks.

“Daddy, stick it in me…”

I was just about to stand up and do it.  Now, I stay on my knees and keep slobbering into his hole, greasing my dick.  I hear him take a hit—and I stand.  My coconut oil covered cock glides into him.  He pants, welcoming the intruder.  I hold for a fraction of a second and begin to fuck.  Faster and faster.

I pull out.  I bring my dick to his mouth.  He feasts on it, leaving it wet.  I move back to his butt and slide in again.  I fuck, watching my face contort in the mirror in front of us.

I grab the egg headed dildo, slick it up and get it inside Sawyer’s ass.  “Love that…” But I cut off his sentence by adding my dick along with it.  The toy is below my cock, tightening his hole back to how it felt during the first fuck.  I fuck like that for a moment, before I pull out, pull the toy up and add my cock under it.  Now the base of the toy is nestled in my pubes.  Each stroke pushes both me and the toy into him. 

I move on to the clear dildo with the handle.  First the toy goes in.  Then half my cock.  I fuck, keeping it shallow.  I leave the toy in place and move around so he can clean my cock again.  Once it’s spit slicked, I push it into his ass alongside the dildo.

Next comes the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the sleek stainless-steel toy with a thick egg at the end and a slim, long shaft.  I love adding my cock to this one—the cool metal below me and my fat cock head pounding into the oval.  The handle is under my balls, rubbing my perineum as I fuck.

“Let’s get you off your knees.”

We move to the sling.  He likes his legs up on the chains, not in the stirrups.  I eat his used hole, my tongue enjoying how wet he has become.  I fuck him, our eyes rivetted on each other.

“Here’s something we didn’t do last time…” I tell him.  I grab the Ass Grommet and slide it onto my lubed shaft.  It doubles the thickness of my cock, leaving my helmet head poking out of it.  I push into his used ass.  His eyes go big—but he takes it.  And love is.  Telling me to keep fucking him with it.  I do.  Repeatedly throughout the next ninety minutes.

I pull out and go to my knees.  His ass is gaping beautifully.  I can’t keep my fingers out of it.  Two.  Now three.  It becomes my whole left hand gliding into him. 

Sawyer groans.  “That’s what I need…”

I work it in and out, still on my knees.  Then I stand and work it in and out.  I add my cock, sliding down my wrist and disappearing inside him.  I feel my fingers welcome the new invader.  I fuck between them, making Sawyer moan in ecstasy.

I pull out and work my bigger right hand into him.  I add my dick.  And fuck into him through my fingers.  Sawyer pants.  And does it without poppers.

We take a water break, letting the blood rush back into his legs.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up next to the bed.  I get under and Sawyer sits.  The seat spreads his ass open even more for me.  My tongue is all over him—and then deep, deep inside him.  He moans, then babbles.  Egging me on.  To eat out his hole.

He needs no prompting to go ride my dick and sit back down on my face, with all the juices in his ass churned and dripping out.  I can’t stop licking and forcing those pronounced ass lips of his into my mouth…

*

We are back in the sling, but I’m the one in it.  I have Sawyer suck my cock for a moment, but then concentrate on licking my balls.  He suckles each one.  His tongue is everywhere on them.  He knows to use softer suction to get them into his mouth.  He works one and then the other on repeat.  He switches it up by working his tongue under them, licking the cockring there.  His tongue also works down my perineum—flirting with my tight pucker.  Then back to my balls.

I have had my breather—it’s time to get back to work.  We switch places.  I fuck his now open hole.  And then it’s time for the big toys.  I grab the Seahorse, with all the bumps and ridges.  He loves the curve of the toy going up and into him.  I reverse it—and that, he tells me, feels just as good.

I use the toy that’s vaguely in the shape of a hand.  I work the unforgiving plastic into him easily.  I pull out and use the Seahorse on him again. 

I go back to the shelf.  The Sex Machine, the toy the looks like a robot’s dick, slides into him.  He loves the flared head and the surprising ridges.  He pants as we get to the rather triangular shape of the shaft.  But he takes every inch of it.

I use my left hand again, to give him a break from the toys.  Then the right.  Back and forth.

The biggest toy is left, a monster realistic cock in black.  I work it into him.  Slowly.  He takes three quarters of it, before he holds up a hand to stop the entry.    I work it out and then into once more.  We’d gone deeper the last time he was here, but not today.

I fuck his loose hole.  It’s a totally different feeling from when we started.

I get him out of the sling.  “I need to piss…” I have him bend on the fuck table.  My cock goes into him.  I give him three blasts of piss deep into his gut.  I think he expects me to piss fuck him, but I have other ideas.  I lie down under the rim seat.  He grins and sits carefully—clenching his ass to keep it in.  The seat—and Sawyer—open his open.  The piss sluices out of him and down my throat.  It’s a frickin’ waterfall.  My cock is rock hard.  The moment the flow goes to a few dribbles, I am finally able to tongue fuck his piss flavored hole.  It’s amazing. 

And I know I am going to cum.

“On the bench!” I bark.

He gets up and kneels there.  I get out from under the seat and stand up.  My cock enters him roughly.  It’s a matter of a few strokes until I explode in his stretched, wet hole…

Equipment Close-Up: The Sex Machine

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Sex Machine

 

I have been slowly writing about the sex toys left in my playroom by GaryM.  Two of them were so large they had not come into use, so I hadn’t gotten around to them.  But both of them have been in Sawyer’s ass, now that he has been to the playroom.  So here we go…

Today we are looking at the Sex Machine by Mr. Hankey’s Toys.

The one I was gifted is black, but it comes in a huge variety of colors.  It looks like some futuristic robot’s tooled cock.  It has many interesting ridges and bumps for extra fun beyond the sizable girth. 

The Sex Machine comes in four sizes.  GaryM bought the second to largest.  This huge dildo stands twelve inches high, from base to head.  Eleven inches is insertable.   The circumference is eight and a half inches at the thickest point.  As I hold it in my hand, the shaft feels like it is almost triangular, not circular.  The material from which it is made is that incredible soft and forgiving silicone.  Soap (Dawn dishwashing soap) and hot water cleaned it up nicely.

Sawyer took this easily at the end of our fist/toy session both the first time he was here and once again, in the piece I’m writing for next time.  He loved the depth and girth—and moaned as that flared head entered his well-used hole…

 

 

Here is a link to The Sex Machine by Mr. Hankey.

The Man in a Suit

 Near Home—September, 2025

 

I had a busy week.  Fortunately, the load I shot on Monday kept me focused on what needed to be done.  But Saturday arrived and the restlessness began the moment I woke up.  I kept myself busy, trying not to mind that slight ache in my balls.  I decided to try my usual haunt, but at night.  It was the perfect choice…

 

The sexual energy is palpable the moment I walk in.  I sit in my usual chair, my throne (at the Talker dubbed it) and unzip.  There are half a dozen men here and not one of them is on their phone.  Two are stroking to porn and one kneading his crotch.  A hot Latino I’ve never seen before is on his knees, sucking a man my age with a long uncut cock.  There is so much foreskin, I can see it across the room.

The moment I’m hard, the older man, who was groping himself, comes over.  He asks timidly if he can suck me.  I nod and he goes to his knees.  He’s good, with lots of tongue action.  He loses points for not including my balls.

The uncut guy suddenly grabs the head of the hot, young Latino, forcing him down on his cock.  The guy’s body convulses—feeding his load to the hungry young man.  He groans louder with each spurt—and he gives him five or six. 

The moans from the guy inspires my cocksucker.  He works faster, getting me even wetter with a ton of saliva on my balls.  I instruct him to lick it off.  He does, but with no real joy.  He spends a few more minutes on me before he begs off.

The uncut guy has left, after a quick piss in the restroom.  Two new men have come in.  One of them is a guy I’ve known since I started coming here.  He always strips totally naked.  The other is a hot younger man I’ve never seen.  The Latino wants more.  And he chooses me.

He kneels the moment I nod my head.  His mouth envelops my shaft.  To the root.  Damn!  The kid has real talent.  His tongue is velvety.  And busy.  It’s everywhere:  in my piss slit, on the shaft, quick flicks on my balls and scooping up precum.  And he loves doing it.  It radiates from his face.  He is doing exactly what he wants.

But even young men’s knees get tired on the hard floor.  He gets up, with a promise for more later.  My naked acquaintance has been sitting right next to me, lazily jerking to watching me be serviced.  He is thrilled that when the Latino comes back from the restroom, he is the next dick of choice.  The Latino obviously loves daddies.  For there is a very hot young man here, now stroking a sizable cock.

Another of the older men comes over.  He doesn’t even ask if he can suck me.  He just kneels.  He’s good.  I squeeze his shoulder as he moves to my balls.

My naked friend has no control with the Latino.  He is exploding down his throat after a mere five minutes.  He gets dressed and leaves.  The Latino sees I’m busy—and goes to work on the hot younger guy.  My older man leaves my balls soaking and moves back up the shaft.  He slides down it, wanting to deep throat me.  He chokes at the three-quarter mark.  The spasm in his throat feels really hot to me—not so much to him.  He gets up, using my knees for balance.  His half hard cock is right there.  I lean in and suck it.  He’s surprised.  And I’m not sure he’s pleased.  He pulls away after a moment.

The Latino get the hot young man off—who swaggers out the door.  The Latino moves to one of the older jerkers. 

The door opens.  A stranger walks in.  He’s somewhere between 45 and 50, white, with a thin mustache.  He is trim and wearing better clothes than most of us here.  He nods to me and sits one chair away.  He looks at my dick—but makes no move.  He removes his suit jacket, folding it and placing it on the chair beside him.

The older guy who was just on me has gotten a second wind.  He kneels once again and goes to work.  The new guy watches.  His dress pants tent.  I lean back in the chair and enjoy the guy’s mouth.  He works hard—but I’m nowhere close to shooting.  The older guy moves off—and is the next man the young Latino works on.

“You have a beautiful cock,” the newcomer says.

I thank him.  And mention he must have liked what he saw—indicating the tented pants.

“Right.”  He stands up and takes them off.  He folds them neatly and places them on the seat next to him.  His designer boxers quickly follow.  He sits down, once his dress shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a late in life gym bod.

He idly fondles his balls, letting his erection sway.  He has a nice, cut, seven+ inches.

“You suck?”

“Sure.”  I stand up and move in front of him.  He hefts my cock appreciatively before I go to my knees.  I begin to suck his cock.  He sighs.  I concentrate on the wet piss slit.  I clean up the leaking precum.  Now a deep throat.  Making him gasp—and moan.  Then I do it all over again.

I move to his balls.  They are now damp from my spit.  I make them truly wet.  He hunkers down in the seat, giving me easier access.  I work each individually.  Back and forth.  Then I pull them up and lick his perineum.  He moans and hunkers down more.  I keep licking.  I go back to his balls for a moment, then back to his taint.  He moans.  My tongue flicks across his tight pucker.  “Yes…” he hisses.

My tongue is already burrowing into his hole.  He gasps and grabs the back of my head.  He holds me in place as I eat out his ass.  My cock is drooling.  I can’t wait to slide into him and give him my load.  But he’s not letting go.  He holds me there—and I’m just fine staying right on his hole while I work a ton of spit inside him.

Finally, he releases me.  Across the room, we hear another man lose his load down the Latino’s throat.  I stand up.  Just as I’m about to ask if he wants to get fucked, his mouth engulfs my cock.  He good.  And driven.  He takes me to the root repeatedly.  He pulls off and comes up for air.

“Sit down,” he tells me.

I do and he kneels in front of me.  He works hard.  He is making me feel really good.  With his mouth still around my dick, he finds some poppers in his shirt pocket.  He takes a hit, never taking me out of his mouth.  He hands them to me.  I don’t use them.  And then I do.

Fuck!  They are strong.  And they are working on both of us.  He is sucking with a new intensity—and my balls are tightening up.  In moments, I am grabbing his head and shooting down his throat.  Over and over.  Spurt after spurt.  I let go of him and collapse in the chair.

Only then do I see that he’s shot at the same time.  He stands up shakily and I clean his wet cock.  He dresses quickly, avoiding the pool of semen on the floor, and is out the door.

I see the Latino working on the last man in the room.  He gets the load before I get out of the restroom.

The Latino is the only other man here.  “How many?” I ask.

He shrugs.  “Been here since noon.”  It is now ten o’clock that night.  “I just wish you’d given me yours…”

“Next time,” I tell him and go out into warm night air…

A Bookstore Quickie

 Near Home—September, 2025

I rather surprised myself by needing sex after the marathon I had on Saturday, detailed in the last two posts.  But I hadn’t shot—and I really needed to do just that.  On Monday, I went to my usual haunt.  It was busy…

 

I am the seventh man in the room.  There are two blow jobs in progress.  The fifth man is jerking off as he watches the men get sucked.  The man not doing anything is Shy One—who instantly comes over to me the moment I take my dick out.  It’s great to have his experienced mouth on me once again.  I enjoy his partner, but if I had to choose one, I would pick Shy One’s mouth any time. 

He is sucking me with real need today.  Maybe he didn’t have much cock this weekend.  His mouth is everywhere, including my balls.  Heaven. 

We hear a guy have an explosive orgasm down by the gay screen.  We both look in that direction.  Shaved Head has gotten some guy off.  The man, his wet dick swinging, charges to the restroom.  Shaved Head comes to my side and watches his partner suck me.  Perhaps, knowing what he really wants, Shy One gets up and lets Shaved Head take over.  He sits and watches his partner do all the things he has just been doing to me.  But not my balls.  Shaved Head rarely touches my so-full-of-nerve-endings balls.  He finishes up.  They use the rest room and leave.

New men arrive.  The second blow job has just petered out.  There are always six or seven men in the room, as new ones keep coming to replace the guys who play for a bit and leave.  Some shoot a load.  Most don’t.

The cross-dressing Latino (who may need a new nickname as he hasn’t cross dressed for months now) comes in.  He sits next to an older man.  He let’s the guy play with his hard cock.  Then he gets down between the legs of the man and fondles the guy’s dick—which  never quite hardens up.

When he gets bored with that, the Latino comes over to me.  “Suck me?”

I am not sure I’m in the mood.  But a dick in need is a dick in…

He doesn’t wait for an answer he just moves in so it is inches from my face.  I suck him.  And enjoy it.  He is a heavy precummer today.  I work his small dick, really digging my tongue under the foreskin.  He pants and moans.  I do it again and again.

This gets him really horned.  “Fuck me!”

“A little later,” I tell him.  I have my eye on a man who has been watching us.  My sucking has made him take his dick out to jerk to the sex.  He’s a larger guy with no hair left on his head.  His dick is long and thin.  I love how avidly he has watched me suck the Latino—and for whatever reason, I really want to get this guy off.

The Latino moves down the row of seats to play with a guy by the screen.  I stand up and cross to the bald guy.  His eyes light up as I nod to him and kneel.  He sighs the moment my tongue and lips touch his cock.  He instantly begins to rub my head, with his thick fingers.

He sighs again.  “It’s been so long…”

He leaves it unfinished for his balls are tightening up.  He’s going to shoot.  I am ready for it, but not ready for the sheer volume of seed he fires down my throat.  His dick just keeps spurting and spurting and finally trickling.  I stay there.  Even for the final drip.

He thanks me effusively and takes off.

I meet the Latino on the way back to my chair.  “Let’s fuck.”

He strips off his pants and greases up his ass.  I lube my cock and roll on the condom.  I lube it up, too.  He bends, supporting himself on the chair seat.  I enter him.  A little roughly, like he likes it.  I build fast.  I am really letting him have it.

The Latino jerks himself.  “Fuck me just like that…” he mumbles.

I keep it up.  And he shoots.  All over the floor.  He pulls off me.  The condom is as gross as always.  I carefully peel it off, drop it in the wastebasket and go to wash up—just in case.  When I come out, the Latino gives me a thumbs up as he heads out the door.

I have an erection that won’t go down.  Two men are lazily jerking the other.  They show no interest.  But there is a guy who has been watching me from the moment I came in.  He’s never opened his fly—just kneaded his crotch.  I move to him, my cock swaying.

“You want this?”

He tries to answer but can’t seem to find the words.  So, he nods.  I stick my dick in his mouth.  The low, sexy, moan that comes out of him makes up for his lack of skill.  But I am a man on a mission.  I begin a slow face fuck.  He’s right with me.  He ovals big and just let’s me use his mouth for my pleasure.

I keep plowing into his mouth.  Faster and faster.

“You want my load?”

He grunts around my invading dick.  It sounds affirmative.  I keep pumping. 

And pumping.

In moments, I am unloading deep into his throat.  I truly empty my balls.  It just keeps coming.

He gives the most sensual sigh as I pull out of his mouth, catching an escaping drip with his tongue…

The Cruisy Playspace Heats Up (and FP loses another scrap of virginity...)

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